signs you might be trans:
you only ever got in your dad’s pool wearing a baggy tshirt and his old red swim trunks, drawstrings tied as tight as possible
I was one of 10 mermaids. They dressed me in a two-piece turquoise costume, my chest visible behind the beads.
Read Morepewter cummerbund ; unbridled holy water
remind me to stop wearing
jewelry in the shower
Forty-two Dresden Plates, all overfilled
with feed-sack florals. Depression posies pressed
we’re two cauliflowers jumping over
the cracks in the sidewalk.
we’re two asparagus needling our way between
The lifeless part of me
pulls a chair next to the dead
buried in you, asks How
you been? which means
My doctor asks if I am aware that I’ve gained 30 pounds in two years. I know but I don’t, that no matter how much I drop my ass for you I’m more expansive when I fuck you, the places I put my faceless tongue, you will never fathom what to do with me.
Read MoreThe first time I found my brother
overdosed, he looked holy. A
finally, the seasons switch they tempo. pollen brings us back to life
our lungs trippin on marigold and silt. children make angels in the dander + ain’t
After the incident of a negro’s body being stilled,
denied air, denied the right of casting his last wish to the wind,
I remember my uncle who ran from his home
S— this is how we learn to recognize touch:
watching the spring tide lick around
a country’s most vulnerable flank,
When I finally met him, I knew who he was immediately. His photos were everywhere.
Read MoreThe ER nurse asks me if I want to harm
myself. I am honest. Honestly, I did not plan
to spend the day in a hospital. Tough I
did.
to reiterate, the theme is lemons because I’m sour & yellow.
you’re allowed to laugh & if anybody tries to give you shit,
remind them it’s my funeral & you had your gas tank filled up,
you can’t tell me space isn’t charismatic all gape & mystery / looking like a Jacobin pigeon hooded-coifed-&-stoled with light /
Read Moreabout being an addict. I keep trying but the moon
won’t show, and holy colors refuse their help. It is
all puke and blah, sad mom sad me and blah, blah
In ninth grade it’s discovered that I can do a good
impression of Fat Bastard from Austin Powers 2
37 ways to clean cum from a suede shirt— what we’ll call instead
How To Polish Your Masterpiece.
Instead of going to the gastroenterologist
when cramps roil or indigestion thunders,
What is not soft here:
a boy spilling out with glitter and gun oil
moon child moves like his mother’s tides
a body that is all awkward and legs